The foreverness of this reclusion drains the substance of my heart, emptiness swallows as I collapse in,
this frail shell shivers and cries- my being has no control, I act the mirror to tales of tragedy, authors emotions echoing through this worlds air;
when im grieving and my heart starts bleeding, earth is the only shoulder to cry on.
My singularity an equation I can\'t find the answer to...
scripts written and calculations pondered, there\'s no piece to finish this puzzle. not even the peace we all have.
I\'ve died too many times to believe my own thoughts. Perhaps it\'s best to start old age young